Owner: Neon Phoenix
Name: Nadia
Age: 14
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3 hh
Rarity: Rare
Tier 3 Training
Personality: Nadia is a stickler for the rules, and well respected since she's like a mother to all. She takes the 'royalty' thing seriously about their breed and it slightly goes to her head. Some even call her "Queen Nadia" or "My Lady" as a sarcastic joke, but it's grown into an actual thing to call her.
Like / Dislike: ♥ Carrots, grooming, sun-bathing, music, and ducks.
✘ Rude smirks, troublemakers, rats, lightning, and rodeos.
First training experience: It was no guess as to what to train Nadia in. Her elegant stride gave away the idea that dressage would be her chosen sport. It came naturally to her. Learning the different gaits, changes, and passes was all too easy but fun for her. She felt like a royal dancer. The only thing that needed work was her pirouette during a canter. Nadia would stumble near the end of the turn causing frustration. Her pride wouldn’t accept help from the trainer. She wanted to figure it out herself and make it work. Each practice session got better and better, but never perfect enough for Nadia. While taking a break, Nadia’s trainer was working with another, a dressage champion. She watched their session in awe. The movements flowed flawlessly, no step out of sync. Each time there was a pirouette, Nadia watched closely, trying to remember the movement. It was hard work, but Nadia eventually got it, even though it was not perfect. She still has a lot of training to do.
Competition: Nadia stood in the warm-up arena, her hooves clicking softly on the compacted dirt. The day was bright, a gentle breeze ruffling her feathers as she awaited her turn in the dressage ring. The handler pats her neck, and she felt the familiar weight of her trust and expectations. Silence fell as she entered the ring, the world outside fading. Nadia knew this routine—the precision, the grace required of each movement. She halted at X, and she sensed a subtle shift as she began.
Her first trot was fluid, her legs moving in rhythm as she glided along the centerline. The judges were still, their eyes on her, absorbing every moment of the dance. Nadia heard her handler quietly guiding her in her mind, her voice a calm reminder of each step. She transitioned into a canter and felt the freedom of movement coursing through. It’s exhilarating yet refined, the wind brushing past as she circled the ring. Half-pass, extended trot, each executed with precision, it was evident.
The piaffe became her favorite—delicate, rhythmic steps on tiptoe, a testament to training. Nadia reveled in the control it requires, neither rushing nor lagging, just perfect balance and poise. The audience was quiet, almost holding their breath, their energy feeding into her performance. As she approached the pirouette, Nadia tightened her orbit like a dancer spinning on point. She sensed admiration and awe, and it fueled her forward.
She finished with extended walk, a peaceful retreat from the tension of the movements before, a chance to showcase elegance in simplicity. Finally, she halts at X once more. Her heart races, but it's full of pride for accomplishment. The judges’ nods signals that she has finished—it's a speechless communication of mutual respect.
Exiting the ring, her handler whispered praise that felt like sunlight on her back. Nadia did her best. As they left the ring, the tension slowly eases, but the exhilaration of her performance lingered. The spectators applaud softly, their appreciation another layer of warmth for her spirit.
Nadia is led back to the warm-up area, where other striders were preparing, each with their unique energy and anticipation. Here, life buzzes with purpose, a mix of nerves and excitement that mirrors the countless hours of practice behind each journey.
As the results are announced, excitement surges through the crowd. Nadia’s name is called for first place, and the reality of achievement washes over her like a warm wave of joy and disbelief. The sound of applause swells, and she beams with pride, her handler’s smile wide enough to light up the entire arena. Decorated with a bright blue ribbon, Nadia stood a little taller, feeling the lighthearted pride that filled the air. It's more than a symbol of victory—it's a testament to the long hours of practice, the dedication, and the unwavering trust. They moved forward to the podium, flanked by fellow competitors who nod in respect. Nadia’s handler holds the trophy high, an emblem of the teamwork and connection that carried them there. Her hand gently rests on Nadia’s neck, sharing this triumph in silence.
As they exit the spotlight, congratulations pour in—a handshake here, a pat there from others who know the trials and thrills of the path walked. It's a shared understanding, a celebration of the discipline and passion that unite them all.
Back at the stable, Nadia is rewarded with tender care. Her handler brushes her down, each stroke calm, following the pattern of her coat. It’s a time of transition from the focused intensity of the ring to the gentle rhythm of everyday companionship. As night descended, the stable settled into a calm hush. And that night, as Nadia rested, dreams of clinking medals and echoing cheers fill the stillness—a gentle reminder of her first place and many yet to come.
Breedings:
1. Open
2. Open
3. Open
4. Open
5. Closed
6. Closed
7. Closed
8. Closed
9. Closed
10. Closed
11. Closed
12. Closed
1. Open
2. Open
3. Open
4. Open
5. Closed
6. Closed
7. Closed
8. Closed
9. Closed
10. Closed
11. Closed
12. Closed
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